Life Cocooned

I always stay inside the cocoon. I never really managed to come out. My memory walked with the elephant into the waterfall — and died somewhere inside me.
But that didn’t stop me from planting life, from scattering spores of love, and rooting myself in the ground.

Because I’ve always known — mushrooms grow in the dark. They grow from decay. Where life ends — something always begins. And one path always leads to another.
That’s what life is.